Lyrics: President Death

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
president dead is clueless and he's caught in a headlight
police-stated god, and his skull is stained glass
incubated and jet set, the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

give the bills time to work
we all could be martyred in the winter of our discontent
(getting high on violence, baby)
every night we are nailed into place and every night
we just can't seem to ever remember the reason why
(getting high on violence, baby)

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better